Bars Lyrics
This is it

Dripping blood on your sunday dress So much
baggage, a fucking mess. Day after day, a life on
the ropes. No use waiting for any hope. You're
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just a waste of my breath. Hope you dig the
flowers I wont send. This time baby, you can't
leave. Pray to that god you'll never see. You're
going to scream when you burn.